Sunglasses

My therapist told me that my family is a sunglass through which my vision of life is being tinted.

The first man you see in your life is your father. The first time you ride the bicycle without the training wheels and end up falling anyway, you get up, run back to hug your father. When he carried you because you hated walking and mom would yell at him.
But I didn't get to experience this, not that he was dead ; atleast that would've been easier to deal with. The worst thing you may have to do is pretend someone is dead to you.
It's heart wrenching when the disgusting comments about women come from your own dad. My mother didn't or rather couldn't do anything because that's how she was brought up, to agree with men even if it was wrong.
When a daughter has to fear the eyes of her own father on her skin is the day society lost. I can't speak about it to my mom. I don't want her to live in fear like me. The reason I'm tolerating it is because one he hasn't made any advance on me and two money. My mother won't be able to provide for my brother and me. Who said money can't buy happiness? If the lack of money is causing sadness, then of course it can buy happiness. And finally three it would lead to a divorce in an indian household. And my extinguishing hope in men died.

My mother speaks of my father to her sister. Little did she know her sister was playing a part in her husband's adultery plan as well. My aunt could've talked it over with the lady she grew up with her entire life, but simply chose not to. Probably "not to break the family" so that didn't bother me but what did was when my aunt continued to dance to my fathers tune. There went my hope in women.

I want to be able to agree with my therapist, but what if it's not sunglasses but colour blindness?